Peter, Peter, people eater,
Had some legs inside his freezer.
When the third World War was lost,
Peter knew he must defrost.
There was no power; times were hard.
The neighbors were about to starve.
Peter's ice box brimmed with food.
But would they feel eating cankle rude?
He seasoned steaks with special flair,
Then grilled them up medium rare.
And those who once thought killing shellfish,
Now ate his barbecue with relish.
~ Alicia Van Noycall
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PoetryThis poetry you will read, don't belong to me. I found them and wanted to share. The people who wrote them, their names will be below them. I have found a few Tim Berton, Edgar Allen Poe, and a few CreepyPastas to. They're kinda right for Hallowee...
